I spent a year
working at a preschool in Taiwan, teaching English, while I was helping with
our church’s mission in Keelung. There
were three Canadian guys and one South African guy working with me as teachers,
and we each had a Taiwanese assistant.
Every day before work, I would pray over my three-year-old
students. I would pray for patience in
dealing with them and for their safety under my care.
One day as we
called for our students to clean up the play area, something happened that
shocked all of us to the core. After
play time, the kids must pick up the toys and then go sit around the three
walls with their legs crossed and their hands on their knees, waiting for their
teacher to call for them.
All ten teachers
and assistants were watching this process from the end of the room. The toys had all been picked up, and we were
waiting for a few stragglers to get against the wall when we noticed something
horrifying. There wasn’t time to stop
the event from happening. We could only
watch it from a distance.
One area of the
room had an indention in the wall where there was a short cabinet. On top of the cabinet was a large TV. There were two little girls sitting perfectly
in front of that cabinet, and their heads came up to just under that TV.
One little boy
that sat near them was playing with the plug to that TV that happened to be
right behind him. He was slightly
tugging on it. With one quick jerk, he
pulled that TV right off of that cabinet.
He was sitting outside of the indented area and down the wall a
little. At the angle he pulled that
cord, that TV should have tilted sideways and fell at an angle on the poor,
unsuspecting girls below it, but that is not what happened.
To our utter
amazement that TV came off of that cabinet and straight forward, and it didn’t
brush the little girls’ head even slightly.
It went about a foot and a half straight out, just past the girls;
knees, and it was lightly placed face-down on the floor in front of the girls,
without breaking the screen.
My fellow
teachers and I took a moment to get our jaws back in place, shook our heads,
and could only say, “Wow!” The Taiwanese
assistants had no answer for what they saw, and the guys I worked with who were
not practicing Christians knew what the answer had to be, even though they
hated to admit it. I wanted to get down
on my knees right there. I knew that my
prayers had been answered. God had sent
His angels to lift that TV over those girls, carry it past their legs, and
lightly lay it down so as not to break the TV or the screen. There was no other answer. I thanked the good Lord for His blessings and
remembered to ask my prayers every day over that job. God still works miracles today!
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